Newest release, “Mother, Can You Hear Me?” has been popular with readers. Many read and reminisce about their own experiences as caregivers for parents. Others are right in the middle of their caregiving times, feeling alone. This book helps them connect with the idea that others are out there.
No matter how long the day (and night), or how difficult my mother had behaved each day, the rewards of spending time with her in her time of need kept me going. Because, you see, she was my mother, my model and my anchor.
As I wrote of our family’s experience as Mother drifted deeper into dementia and hearing loss, I could also see a shared story telling DNA between us. There is sparkling, fictional imagination in the ‘whoppers’ Mother pulled on us as family. She had a plenty of ‘material’ left for the staff where she stayed while overcoming injuries from a fall.
Dementia is a ‘damned thing’, but one of the little releases for both victim and family is a drop in inhibitions. Mother and I found we had our own private jokes. I treasure those moments of laughter that could be dispelled in a fog of panic in a short time.
I marvel at the times when Grace and Angels stopped by to spend time with us, giving us the right things to say to help Mother become calm and at peace. Other visits from these blessings gave us insight into what Mother was trying to get across to us. And soothed us when her panic drove her to be unfeeling and cruel…not one bit like the loving woman who raised us.
As one caregiver friend said, after years of exhausting dedication, “I would give anything to have one more day with my mother.”
Caregivers – A Tribe of Their Own
Writing “Mother, Can You Hear Me” was an experience of release. I didn’t expect the inspiration to share our stories with others to have such far-reaching results.
The writing gave me release from the stress and exhaustion as our roles and responsibilities as mother or daughter reversed their common perception.
The reading made connection with other caregivers who were experiencing the same days that I was.
Writing made a tangible record of the good times which became a blessed relief at times when I never expected to have anything but bad times forever.
Readers who were acquainted with Mother and were service providers had reinforcement of their team-work with family. A band of caregivers dedicated to Mother’s needs.
Not A Caregiver?
Read and enjoy anyway. Who knows, you may be a caregiver at some point in the future. With the stories in “Mother, Can You Hear Me?”, you won’t have as many painful surprises as you could have. Or, you are acquainted with someone else who is caring for another highly dependent person of any age. They have stories too. When you read about Mother and all of us, remember your friend and take a moment to offer encouragement. A gift copy could be tangible expression of that encouragement.
Thank you for reading “Mother, Can You Hear Me?” This is certainly a different pursuit from my paranormal novels. I would be HAPPY to read your reviews of how the stories moved you to laugh, cry and care.